to be at peace
"Don't let it happen again, Gunny." The woman utters low and hot under her breath as she eyes the devil beast playfully. The smirk that crawls on the whiskered lips does not mirror the mare's but she finds herself curious about the male. Did he pride himself to be such a play thing? To seek out lone mares and -woo- them with coy looks and silver tongued words? Hohotep takes the liberty of giving the shagged stallion a playful nickname, one she chose to crack with the whip of her own tongue.
Orange pools slip away to purposely give her gaze to another, her attention crossing the vast meadow to watch another stallion as he spies upon the pair with obvious interest. Hohotep snorts softly before looking back to Gunsynd. He was a rather attractive stallion once you tore away the knotted stream of uneven mane...replace the almost scowl of his smirk with a genuine one...and even perhaps, till your head ever so slightly...
Yes! There! Gun could be quite fetching but based upon his actions, the boldness, the quick wittiness he uses to weave a web of pretty words...well, ladies were not a problem in that department. Long lashes fall over the gleaming pools as Tep considers her next move, a next bite of speech. If the tall mare should not desire his company then she could simply have her fill of mountain water and step on lightly off to the company of the other male who watched but instead the ebony woman closes a little more space between them. "Where do you call home, Gunsynd?" The embers glitter in their coal sockets as she bends closer to him, her skull is floating towards his. Tep, herself, did not currently reside anywhere (hence the meadow dwelling) but as of late she had considered finding a home and maybe casting a few lines ashore and settling for a bit. Now she does not think running off with just any boy would be very becoming of her nature (not that he had not tried nor the boy after that nor the boy after that) but none of them had stirred her the right way. None of them had peaked a level of her interested but for now, she waits to see if Gunny would. The black mare pivots to take more of his side than to face one another head on like a pair of dolts. Their conversation would remain quiet, intimate as she takes the lead on their current situation rather than he.
hohotep
orange eyed daughter of covet and famke